Chapter 142: If only it was easy
"Oh, so he told you about it," Alex muttered, his voice devoid of emotion at first, but then, almost imperceptibly, something shifted.
His gaze sharpened, cold and calculating, locking onto Jude as though the mere mention of the subject had ignited a flicker of restrained fury beneath his calm exterior.
"Yes, Alex. He had to tell me eventually," Jude replied, his tone dipped in quiet disappointment, a heavy sigh lacing his words. His eyes lingered on Alex, searching, almost weary. "I never thought you’d go this far. I never thought you’d push him like this."
For a moment, it seemed as though Alex would lash out, but instead, he let out a low, humorless chuckle — dark and unsettling.
The kind of laugh that sounded more like a warning than amusement.
Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of his head, he fixed his eyes back on Jude, the faintest ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
"You can think whatever you like," Alex said coolly, his voice dangerously even. "But if you’re going to listen, then listen properly. Everything I did — every single thing — was for the good of Tryson."
Jude shook his head, a bitter smile curling at the edge of his mouth, clearly unimpressed by the self-righteous defense.
"You know he loves Angel, don’t you, Alex?" he shot back, his voice soft but laced with meaning.
The words hit Alex like a sudden crack in the armor, and for a heartbeat, he opened his mouth, ready to respond — but then his eyes flicked around the space they occupied, realizing how exposed they were.
His expression hardened again as he leaned closer.